Jardín de Infancia

Yeah, Kindergarten,
hey, the children play,
what do children play with?,
kindergarten.

In this children's game from North to South, from East to West,
we all seek affection no matter what,
I wink, remembering those days with nostalgia,
my kindergarten a dream and eyes shining.

In that gray park part of my essence,
the quiet and patient boy decided to become a bird and flew to his sky,
he wandered through those lands where gold is ice.

Iron cross, hallway of storms to cross,
light that blurs the fire, what am I going to say?,
if this kid's dream is music and I'm living it,
if life is a flowing river and you are hearing it.

I have fun with this song, that's the trick,
that I use in my function where I educate myself and pay attention,
I jump the walls, only rap acts as a pole vault
searching for clean water in the mud and expanding my technique.

In my hidden garden where I play and laugh,
sitting on the ground of time and counting the emptiness,
that separates your story from mine, they are just phrases,
that repair the tears of yesteryear and take away my cold.

I know that what I feel is dictated by my customs,
that the things I saw as a child are built on their own,
today with this distracted ambition and dreaming freely,
because the kid playing in the street is the hand that writes.

Our lives, we are the key to the future,
and your child sleeping safely unaware of this dark present,
will be the key to change to enter,
the era where everyone laughs and wants to dance.

Come, feel, laugh, play,
in this kindergarten life puts us to the test,
because this society educates us all to win.
Come, feel, laugh, play,
the hand that rocks us is the one that sometimes delivers us,
come play.

He is still that child who designed another reality,
thus he learned to fly in this sea of tears and dreams,
a weapon is the talisman that wants to protect him from evil,
his eagerness to know more made him an adult at a young age.

Another year passed while others went to school,
he made that sidewalk his kindergarten with every step,
wearing out his sole among the leaves of a sad autumn,
forgetting affection, aftermath of a past harm.

As night falls, nobody misses him at home,
he spends it awake looking for money, that's what ties him,
he doesn't follow laws or rules since he was in his walker,
he preferred to attack upon seeing that love was just a deception at home.

He often plays with that imaginary friend,
it was with him that he saw a stranger in his father's face,
in the garden of that neighborhood is where he lost his innocence,
there his father sold merchandise, he understood nothing.

At the age of 9 and his friends 16,
he collected stolen wallets and Play games,
his language was money, his motto to be the first,
in this game of wolves, being foolish is being a lamb.

On the park swings one day he met violence,
someone plunged a piece of steel into his father's chest,
his fate was death and his was loneliness,
in this kindergarten now called society.

Come, feel, laugh, play,
in this kindergarten life puts us to the test,
because this society educates us all to win.

Come, feel, laugh, play,
the hand that rocks us is the one that sometimes delivers us,
come play.

He arrives home after the school day ready to make his imagination fly
playing in the neighborhood park
in the living room awaits a stranger, his mom is getting ready in the bathroom,
a pre-employment ceremony.

She never comments on work when she returns
and sees the man leaving, leaving money on the table,
he only thinks about fun and that's what matters,
he sees everything as a giant amusement park.

A lover of soccer, he has magic in his sneakers,
he's good with the ball, performs wonders with his feet,
the playing field is of little importance,
they usually improvise it in a lot full of syringes.

He cheers at every goal like a professional
and avoids falling to the ground from a bad hit in some play,
they saw a boy rise with a needle stuck in him
and since then they don't allow them to play with him at all.

After 2 hours, thirst emerges and he goes to the fountain,
avoiding passing near the boys on the benches,
they say they are there trafficking,
although he has only seen them a few times with pieces of white plastic.

Meanwhile, the sun sets and he must return home,
so he does, feeling tired as he walks,
upon entering he will see his mother drunk lying on the sofa,
and what will there be for dinner?, well, precooked food.

Kindergarten is the story,
we are everything we see,
with what we grow up with,
watch what you play with.